Creedence Clearwater Revival

Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son lyrics

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Made to wave the flag,
Ooh, the red white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, y'all.

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks were born,
Silver spoon in hand,
Lord don't they help themselves, y'all.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale.

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son, lord no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, y'all.

YEAH!  Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes,
Ooh, they'll send you down to war, y'all.
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, the only answer is more, more, more y'all.

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son, son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no
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Author: John Fogerty

Composer: John Fogerty

Publisher: Fantasy Records

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Released in: 2016

Language: English

Appearing on: The '69 Singles (2014) , Chronicle - The 20 Greatest Hits (1976) , Willy and the Poor Boys (1969)

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